Ripper Diaries:2 Chapter 1- do not own twilight or vampire diares.
A/N- Here is the first chapter of the sequel, please let me know what you want to read this time around. I love taking your suggestions. Reviews are encouraged. ENJOY!

Dear diary,

I've decided to stay in New Orleans for a while. With all the vampires running around, I don't have to hide. Marcel runs this town, the witches are scared of him for some reason, and his followers are very loyal. I was followed for an entire week, before they decided they didn't find what they were looking for in me. Marcel is a strange man, he reminds me a little of Klaus, in that he is ruthless to his enemies, but he is different in that he cares for the ones who follow him, and in turn they care for him. They are not forced to be here. This town has so much life. The music alone is enough to make anyone stay, but they have Art, and the food is amazing. Marcel makes hunting easy, by attracting out of towners. I've been sticking to my snatch eat erase method again. I will not curve my appetite again with blood bags. I am choosing who I'd like to be, hopefully without turning into a complete bitch again. Daddy checks in with me, and I with him. Apparently he is in New York City; Daddy always did like the city. Slowly we are rebuilding our relationship. We tell each other what is happening, and talk about one topic at a time. Last night was how he felt about my mother. It was heavy to say the least, but we put it all out there, and in the end we put this one issue in the resolved pile. Oh, just a million more issues to go. Uncle Stefan is very distant, he always responds to my texts but lately it's been simple one word answers. I've tried calling, but he won't answer. I feel bad that he is all alone, but he should be taking this time to fix himself. I've been here for almost two months now and all has been quiet. Marcel hits on me constantly, and I reject him just as often. I am staying away from men. I don't want them for love, sex, or entertainment. I am finding myself again, and it is wonderful. On another note for the last few weeks I have been feeling like someone is watching me, but every time, I back track my steps, I find no one. I'm probably just being paranoid, but, I can't shake the feeling that somewhere around the corner something bad is going to come. Until next time.

BPOV

I shut my diary and stuck it in between the mattresses of my bed. I had gotten into the habit of writing everything down, so that I always remembered my time from now on. I was supposed to be meeting Marcel in a few minutes. He told me it was urgent, and that I should come as soon as possible, to his home. I hoped it wasn't a ploy to get me into bed. He'd been trying so long now. Persistent man, I'll give him that. I left my room in a little boarding house ran by two local witches. I walked the streets of New Orleans with a smile on my face. When I reached Marcels home, a dark feeling passed through me. Something was wrong. I knocked and heard him yell out for me to come in. That was weird, usually there were many of his followers in the house with him, but today I heard no one. I walked in and found Marcel with his back to me, he was looking at someone sitting in front of him, but he was blocking him from my vision.

"What's this about Marcel? Is something wrong?"

"Not at all love just thought I would come by and pay you a visit." That voice. I knew that voice all too well. It was Klaus, Marcel turned toward me, a fake smile plastered on his face. He warned me with his eyes to stay calm. I gave him a small nod, and leaned against the door frame.

"I didn't know I should be expecting you." I told him, Marcel took a few steps toward me and put his arm around my shoulder.

"How did you say you knew Bella again?" He said to Klaus. Klaus' eyes narrowed, and looked at Marcel's comftorble posture with me.

"She used to work for me." He said.

"Used to?" he said. Klaus nodded. Marcel turned to me. "Klaus and I go way back, he was the one who turned me. I was a little runt of nothing, when he ran New Orleans." He smiled at me and I gave him a smile back.

"Yes, I love what you've done with the old place."

"What can I say, it's good to be king." He said, and laughed.

"Marcel do you mind giving Isabella and I a moment, it seems we need to catch up." I gave Marcel a panicked look. I didn't want to be left alone with Klaus. He couldn't compel me anymore, I was drinking vervain daily, but I knew the sort of things he was capable of when he thought people betrayed him.

"That's going to have to wait, see Bella and I have important business to attend to. Maybe she could meet you another time, which is if you're planning on staying for a little while." He said to him.

"Of course Marcel, I'll be seeing you later then? Until then Isabella." And with that he walked out.

I took a deep breath in and out. Marcel repositioned himself in front of me.

"Thank you." I told him.

"Don't thank me yet, I think you left out some details when you first came here, now I think it's time for you to explain." He gave me a stern look, and gestured for me to take a seat. I did, and looked to the floor.

"It's a very long story."

"We have nothing but time Bells, tell me."

"It all started when I went to Mystic Falls…."